C O D I C I L

dreams send us to
bucolic-like towns
where nighttime
wakens us atop the
roofs of aquariums
and we celebrate
the softness of our
feet as inherited by
lamentations of
uplifting landscapes
transpierced by the
tongues of our
ancestors
every dream emerges
from the shafts of a
pianists hands, and
the thorax of an ant
that believes itself a
bull
residual is the response
of human intelligence
upon our pillows
and three-dimensional
the room that hastens
love to surfaces
above ocean floors